O pain, O misery, that strikes me,while the poison of sinrages in my breast and veins: the world becomes for me a house of sickness and death,the body must bear its troubles
with it until the grave.
Only the soul feels the strongest poison,with which it is infected;therefore, when pain strikes the mortal body,when the soul tastes the bitterness of the chalice of the cross,this drives the soul to utter a burning sigh.

But here the Saviour's handdoes wonders even among the dead.Although your soul appears to be dead,your body weakened and quite ruined,yet Jesus' power will be revealed to us:for us who are weak in spirit he knows how tomake the body healthy, the soul strong.

If Jesus forgives me my sins,then my body and soul will become healthy.He can make the dead liveand shows himself to be mighty with those who are weak,he keeps the covenant made long agothat in faith we find help.

Lord Jesus Christ, my only comfort,I want to entrust myself to you;the sorrow of my heart is well known to you,you can and will end it.In your will may it be arranged,do, dear God, as is pleasing to you:I remain yours and I want to remain yours.